How To Love Your Body by Kelly Cressio-Moeller
“How To Love Your Body” by Kelly Cressio-Moeller 1. Polish a bronze moon-disc, see yourself reborn through Egyptian eyes. 2. Marvel at how the shape of your ears resembles handles of a porcelain cup. 3. Recall night swimming—the first time tight-laced limbs learned buoyancy in the dark. 4. End the day on a sleigh bed for adventure while dreaming, dip sheet corners in jet—trace arrows, fire, and...
Molding by Sokunthary Svay
“Molding” by Sokunthary Svay “…the apsaras always appear on the stone in the same pose derived from that of a flying figure…standing isolated from the world on a lotus blossom or flying in the open air, they are the divine symbols of joy.” -Maurice Glaize, Angkor: A Guide to the Angkor Monuments Cambodian girls in roadside salons idolize them in curls. The eternal female sculpted for worship, protector...
The Photographer’s Model by Jeannette Miller
“The Photographer’s Model” by Jeannette Miller The hard, round lens moved toward me, its eye growing smaller the closer it came. You pictured me until the numbers wouldn’t escalate to hang on a white wall, a row of trophies, their corners pinned securely, the...
My Body Is Not Your Politics by Hannah Bonner
“My Body Is Not Your Politics” by Hannah Bonner My body is not your politics. On the bus, in the Laundromat, in the classroom, on the stained mattress, stuck in line for groceries, pressed together, like petals in a book, waiting for the sign “walk” in green, my body is not your politics. In the dark tunnel of the alleyway building with the tumult of a March wind, among the blue fissures of the call light on...
A Number of Blue Women by Anita M. Barnard
“A Number of Blue Women” by Anita M. Barnard I They cannot help it; they were painted like that, nude, in that unshrinking shade. Their bodies round, revealed, as ripe as the red and yellow fruit around them, vibrant. The air quivers clear between them, the curving bodies of the fruit and the women. This one in the corner, near us, lounging, displays her round and ample backside. The shades of blue arcing in...
Why My Body by Antonia Clark
“Why My Body” by Antonia Clark Because I’ve made it a temple and worshipped at its altar. Because I’ve stuffed it with secrets and let it make me sorry. Because it can’t follow directions, a slave to delay and meander. Because I’ve tried to conceal it, desiring the bodies of others. Because I’ve scraped and scarred it, teaching it needless lessons. Because it’s the seed of...
Everything Shining and Invisible
Quiero estar dentro de tu más oscuro todo. I want to be inside your darkest everything. – Frida Kahlo “Generativity” by Marsha Rosenzweig Pincus, section image for Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices Read More _________________________________________________________ My Bones Are In You [each title is a link to the individual work] No Love Letters by Helen Casey Legacy by...
Illusion by Christina Dudley
“Illusion” by Christina Dudley In response to The Q Creative Form: Where I am From ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here
Inner Beauty of the Common Dandelion by Gretchen Schneider
“Inner Beauty of the Common Dandelion” by Gretchen Schneider In response to The Q: What is a Room of Your Own? ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Gretchen Schneider Artist Statement: A descendant of miners who participated in the California Gold Rush, I inherited the feeling that life is a pioneering effort requiring courage, relentless pursuit,...
Beehive by Erin Rizzato-Devlin
“Beehive” by Erin Rizzato-Devlin The day is a small creature gilded with a thin leaf of blind adulation, to be unwrapped and undressed, as to lay a hand on its back to find the spine of gold that covers its false immunity, the meridian beam of an illusion. It brushes the morning with a light breath of aromatic insistence, promising with a pale blue eye a new beginning before it turns the corner to the...
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